11-23-2014, 06:06 PM
Stepping aside that first little incident at the gate, the island did seem to prove a fairly nice place. The weather was warm and clear, with a slight air of humidity, giving the impression of a summer-filled land. That being said, it wasn't ultimately heated, nor was it particularly packed with arrays of fauna to display - not quite the bill of a tropical area. Of course, Snow had no concern with this; the environment generally reminded him more of Cocoon, which was comfortable enough in it's own right.
The architecture wasn't so dissimilar, either. Most of the buildings around were of a mildly intricate stone or wood design, many such buildings fitting with the resort theme. No buildings he saw with more than two or three floors, and often accompanying them were balconies or other outdoor areas for people to lounge. Several beach areas and at least one resort hotel was advertised, which reminded Snow he'd have to look for housing; creating a house on his own wasn't nearly in the realm of possibility yet.
The townsfolk was something apart, however, but not by much. In difference from the weather, people were content to wear any clothes they felt suited them, though the styles Snow noticed were fitting enough to an island resort, as far as he could guess. There were crowds of people and bunches of public transport, but the l'Cie couldn't help but notice a certain slow, casual state to all of it. Nobody really seemed to be in a hurry, but on the other hand there wasn't an overall sense of excitement, either; Snow presumed that living on the same tropical island for awhile would do that. Or maybe that was the government.
Speaking of that government force, too, there seemed to be what one could consider a lacking of Imperial troopers beyond that one checkpoint. The l'Cie had to figure that if this 'Empire' was so concerned about keeping individuals in check then they might bother to monitor people a lot more. Or maybe they were, and Snow wasn't aware of it. If the people themselves were aware of it, then they didn't seem to care, outwardly. Either that, or they were keeping quiet so as not to arouse the 'big brother'.
But this was all also in consideration that Snow would even end up staying here. That wasn't to say that this place wasn't unlike Bodhum in several respects, and such was something Snow hinged his decision upon. He figured that his best plan of action in the Omniverse would be to simply start over; find a good home, re-establish NORA, try and retrace his steps, so to speak. As long as Snow held desires, that stuff would eventually find its way to him. From his greatest love to greatest adventures.
That was all long-term stuff, though. Omnilium was the fuel for that, and so he'd have to go looking for it. After some debate, Snow decided he was going to hit up one of the beaches first, then look for a good room a little into the evening. That might give him some Omnilium to ponder over as the day ended, and time to also figure out some other useful things he could bring out with the stuff. Confident in his plan, the l'Cie set off down the street towards the forward-most coast.
The architecture wasn't so dissimilar, either. Most of the buildings around were of a mildly intricate stone or wood design, many such buildings fitting with the resort theme. No buildings he saw with more than two or three floors, and often accompanying them were balconies or other outdoor areas for people to lounge. Several beach areas and at least one resort hotel was advertised, which reminded Snow he'd have to look for housing; creating a house on his own wasn't nearly in the realm of possibility yet.
The townsfolk was something apart, however, but not by much. In difference from the weather, people were content to wear any clothes they felt suited them, though the styles Snow noticed were fitting enough to an island resort, as far as he could guess. There were crowds of people and bunches of public transport, but the l'Cie couldn't help but notice a certain slow, casual state to all of it. Nobody really seemed to be in a hurry, but on the other hand there wasn't an overall sense of excitement, either; Snow presumed that living on the same tropical island for awhile would do that. Or maybe that was the government.
Speaking of that government force, too, there seemed to be what one could consider a lacking of Imperial troopers beyond that one checkpoint. The l'Cie had to figure that if this 'Empire' was so concerned about keeping individuals in check then they might bother to monitor people a lot more. Or maybe they were, and Snow wasn't aware of it. If the people themselves were aware of it, then they didn't seem to care, outwardly. Either that, or they were keeping quiet so as not to arouse the 'big brother'.
But this was all also in consideration that Snow would even end up staying here. That wasn't to say that this place wasn't unlike Bodhum in several respects, and such was something Snow hinged his decision upon. He figured that his best plan of action in the Omniverse would be to simply start over; find a good home, re-establish NORA, try and retrace his steps, so to speak. As long as Snow held desires, that stuff would eventually find its way to him. From his greatest love to greatest adventures.
That was all long-term stuff, though. Omnilium was the fuel for that, and so he'd have to go looking for it. After some debate, Snow decided he was going to hit up one of the beaches first, then look for a good room a little into the evening. That might give him some Omnilium to ponder over as the day ended, and time to also figure out some other useful things he could bring out with the stuff. Confident in his plan, the l'Cie set off down the street towards the forward-most coast.